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Top: Anthropologie
Skirt: J.Crew
Shoes: Aldo
Headband: Anthropologie
Necklace: Old piece
I’m deeply grateful to the entire Flickr community
Not many people know this, but my very first Flickr profile was created back in 2005. This year, I’m celebrating 20 years with Flickr. Later on, I made a mistake and deleted that original profile, and in 2008 I created a new one — which is why my account shows 2008 as the start date, even though my journey really began in 2005.
Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me all these years. Thank you for not forgetting me, for growing together with me, and for witnessing how I continue to evolve in different directions. Over time, I’ve created my YouTube channel, Patreon, and Instagram, and this journey keeps expanding.
There were also moments when some people tried to impersonate me, which was very upsetting — but I’m truly happy that this situation has been resolved.
Looking ahead to next year, I’m searching for someone who could help me with social media management. If anyone would like to support me, have access to my social platforms, help with content, ideas, or publishing — I would be very grateful.
I wish all of you a wonderful 2026, a warm celebration, and beautiful moments with your families.
Please stay with me, follow and support my work. It’s such a joy to see so many new cross-dressers joining the community.
I always read your comments on Flickr — it’s very comfortable for me to give feedback there. And if you write to me on YouTube or Instagram, I always reply.
Kisses and hugs
See you in the New Year ✨
- Clint Eastwood
Pentax K1000 / Vivitar 50mm f/1.7 / Fujicolor 400
Green District / Douglas County / Oregon
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/09/green-skirt.html
Skirt: For Joseph
Shirt: Vintage
Shoes: Wanted
Belt: Forever 21
Coat: Forever (and ever) 21
Pants: Jones New York
Shoes: Lower East Side (via Payless because why Paymore? :o)
Scarf: I got it in Madrid many years ago
Pin: Handmade by me
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Sweater: Love Stitch
Skirt: Forever 21
Boots: Anthropologie
Beret: Handmade
The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
- Alan Alda
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Dress: Max Studio
Oxfords: Jeffrey Campbell
Belt: Vintage
Large gemstone necklace: Made by myself
Flower pin on hair: From Etsy (Nonsuch)
Cameo Ring: Vintage from Etsy (PhoenixFindings)
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Dress: Mod Cloth
Shoes: Anthropologie
Bag: Gurka
I find that I don't take a lot of photos in my underwear. On one hand, it feels too revealing for a more casual setting, especially since the underwear tend to reveal the contours of what's underneath. So I opt for just a shirtless photo. But in a setting where it's expected for me to show my body, an underwear photo feels underwhelming when I could just be naked. I suppose I should just share these photos more in both settings. I value being authentic and vulnerable, and presenting myself in nothing but underwear can be a relatively safe yet poignant way to do that.
What sets you free? How will you create from a place of pure “youness”?
(Full blog: www.photographythrive.com/roses-for-the-dead/";
I am so grateful to Mrs. Death (as weird as that sounds) because the project of bringing her to life has – in its own way – set me free. There was something so incredibly liberating out of creating with a set prop and just letting your imagination run 100% completely wild. The best part is that I set aside my personal fears of judgement, tucked my head down and just created. At four images so far, Mrs. Death has taken a life of her own. She is dramatic, quirky, slightly humorous and caring. Just because she comes for those who are dying does not mean that she does not honor or respect the dead.
“Roses for the Dead” was created from a place of honoring those who’ve died and especially those who have passed with no one to mourn them. Mrs. Death comes to seek the dead with a red rose to honor their human lives.
I hope to be able to continue this project throughout the year. As a little girl, I have always had an interest in skulls and skeletons. I am grateful that my Mom never tried to change my interests or make me feel like something was wrong with me. Later on, I was judged for wearing my skeleton hoodie in July – someone walked up to me and told me that it wasn’t Halloween yet with a tone of slight disgust. I’ve never truly cared about such things but this person caught me during a vulnerable moment where that comment was like a seed planted in my heart. Basically, it was not okay to be 100% me – just the part that doesn’t weird people out is ok. Well, I am here to tell you (five or so years later) that being 100% me is the best feeling in this world and Mrs. Death has shown that to me.
Be free, be weird and most importantly be fiercely you because no one out there will ever come close.
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/11/light.html
Dress: Ophelia
Shoes: Bandolino
Belt: Handmade by myself
Coat: Ambassador Roberta (Tiny store here in Los Angeles)
Pants: Jones New York
Shoes: GEOX
Hat: Ambassador Roberta
Brooch: Vintage from Etsy (20thCenturyFinds)
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Nights in red satin
Never reaching the end
Letters Ive written
Never meaning to send..
Night in red satin.. how could I ever forget.
Confident woman in a stylish black leather jacket poses against a dramatic swirling background
A striking woman with long, flowing red hair stands confidently in a black leather jacket and dramatic red skirt. The swirling background adds a bold artistic touch to the scene.
"Storm in Scarlet"
She stands where the wind is made of color,
where the air itself swirls in painted motion—
a living canvas of bold defiance.
Red hair, a banner of fire,
streams over the black sheen of leather,
its edges catching the light like a promise.
The skirt—scarlet as a heartbeat—
cuts through the storm behind her,
a flash of passion against the chaos.
Her gaze is unshaken,
a steady flame in the vortex,
owning the space as if it were built for her alone.
Every line of her stance speaks
in the language of confidence—
hips squared, shoulders back,
the world bending subtly toward her gravity.
She is fashion and force,
art and attitude,
a portrait of modern glamour
wrapped in the electricity of self-expression.
In this moment,
she is not just part of the scene—
she *is* the scene,
the storm’s center,
the reason the colors move at all.
I give you this rose in full bloom as a part of a new chapter,
The part inside of me that is blossoming.
All around me is decay,
This old shell of mine,
Crumbling into pieces.
For so long I hid my true self,
I hid who I wanted to be,
From myself.
From the world.
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It’s been 4 weeks since we got the order to shut our gym doors. I remember walking into work that evening and feeling such an ominous energy in the club. Earlier that morning, I had the unsettling feeling that my 5:30am cycle class would be my last. We got call after call that night asking if we were going to shut down, what would happen to their dues, etc. It was overwhelming – here people were worrying about monthly dues but I was worried about my paycheck. Together with our general manager, we closed the gym down. It was so strange. What now?
That night, I shared on Instagram to check in on me because I was not okay. The truth is that I wasn’t, my life and routine had all of a sudden been spun around. For a week I felt the ups and downs of this “new norm,” of no gym and being mandated to stay home. Once the storm passed and I settled into a new routine, I learned that I really was okay and that I would be just fine.
This new norm is an interesting one. As she sits waiting for time to go by she is protected by the safety of her nest, yet it is that same nest that keeps her distanced from the world. She wears a mask to represent the facelessness we are all feeling by being disconnected. Her mask and gloves keep her safe but it is her overwhelming emotions that are the real problem. She sits in near darkness waiting for the dawn to come once again. This has become her new norm.
Self portrait of the silence I have endured. Six years ago trauma PTSD Followed by sexual, physical mental emotional domestic violence spousal abuse, by a Narcissist who uses those past events to attack daily. The daily emotional abuse is far worse. No family as they have turned their backs on my isolation and from lies Gaslighting he spread to keep them away. He then stole our daughter, hid her away because he claimed I didn't love her enough and he wanted to show me how it felt to lose what I loved #MentalAbuse, #dvawareness, #maritalrape #spousalrape #nobodydeservesabuse, #nomanshouldeverhitawoman, #hearmystory, #breakthesilence, #domesticviolenceawareness, #bekind, #stopdv, #domesticviolenceawarenessmont,#stopdomesticviolence, #bringawareness, #cc,#selfportrait,#artwork,#abuse,#rape,"creative commons, czech, doudleby, cc by 4.0
Twelve a Year: October 2018
“She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.” ― Christopher Poindexter
Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.
You've almost convinced me I'm real
That's it! I have missed self-portraits so much that I have aken up the 52 week challenge from Let's Get Creative and I'm starting it as of now.
I have missed it so much; the feeling it gives me, the excitement planning and the surprises which happen whilst I am creating it. The buzz, the total high I get overwhelmed with when I can do what I love and express myself!
It has not been easy, the last weeks, a lot of changed suddenly came over me and as much as I deep down know it is all for the good: it's not easy. But I have photography. Holding on to it!
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Dress: Norma Kamali
Shoes: Vintage
Cameo pin: Made by myself
Beaded bow on head: Vintage from Etsy (Penorus)